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Leigh Montville
September 27, 1993
At every stage of his carefully plotted life, Oiler quarterback Warren Moon has shown wisdom beyond his years
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September 27, 1993

Father Moon

At every stage of his carefully plotted life, Oiler quarterback Warren Moon has shown wisdom beyond his years

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She kicked off her shoes to dance. Felicia Hendricks liked to dance and this was a party and kicking off your shoes seemed to be an obvious thing to do. Her boyfriend told her she was crazy. Why take off your shoes? Someone could steal them. They could be lost. This was somebody else's house. Why take off your shoes in somebody else's house? Anything could happen.

"Don't worry, Warren," Felicia Hendricks said. "No one will take my shoes."

How about this guy? He was so different from the other kids she knew. Daddy. That was his nickname. Harold Warren Moon. Everybody's daddy. The average teenage boy in Los Angeles in the early '70s seemed to be a pinball of emotions and noise, bouncing off the city walls, screaming into the adolescent night. This boy...well, just the way she met him said as much about him as anything. They were sophomores in the same chemistry class at Hamilton High. He seemed, from afar, to be quiet and shy. When she first spoke to him, she asked him for a pencil. There was a test, and she did not have a pencil. He had three, sharpened, lined up on his desk. She wanted to borrow just one of them.

"No," he said.

No?

"You should have brought your own pencil," he said. "You knew there was going to be a test. How could you come to a test without a pencil?"

So different. She grew to like him, to like his methodical and solid ways, his quiet, his calm, his good sense; but he could drive a person to distraction. He was so...well, just the way he finally became her boyfriend said as much about him as anything. They were going out night after night, week after week, and he never clarified the status of their relationship. He came to her house most nights on his bicycle, a two-mile trip. He called her after his return every night to let her know that he was home safely. But he never said a word about their relationship.

"Am I your girlfriend?" Felicia finally asked. "Or what?"

"Until I tell you otherwise, I guess you are," he replied.

What did that mean, Until I tell you otherwise? Was that his idea of romance?

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